Page 100 of Hawthorne

“Are you sure?”

Her high cheeks darken in a cherry shade, but she nods nonetheless. The flush quickly travels down to her chest as it starts to quicken its movements from the speeding up of her breathing. Already panting and I haven’t even touched her yet.

My nose touches her skin, right on the corner of her mouth, before grazing over it, creating a path through her jaw down to her neck, where I kiss her gently. Teasingly.

“I missed you,” I mutter against her skin, and it instantly raises in goosebumps. “Iam goingto miss you.”

“Don’t be silly.” She laughs nervously, trying to lean away from me.

My hand rushes to the back of her neck to keep her in place, close to me, where she belongs.

“Camilla…”

Her hands fly to my chest and slowly splay over the shirt’s fabric, moving around. More specifically, down.

“Vincent,” she sighs. “Your mum…”

“Let her listen,” I grunt when her hand reaches my belt. “At this point, I don’t fucking care. You’re all I can think about.”

A spark ignites in her eyes at the same moment her hand fumbles with my belt and slacks, springing my dick free. What had been a semi so far turns into a full-blown erection. There’s no hesitation in her expression and certainly not in her touch, making me hiss when her soft skin wraps around my sensitive member.

“Is this what you want?” she purrs, stroking my dick.

Fuck, yes. Not just this.Her. I want her.

My body is burning up, and she’s the combustion. I need her right now.

“Stand up,” I tell her in a hoarse voice.

Camilla graciously stands up, and I make quick work of undressing her. Without thinking much of it, we walk to my side of the desk. I unbutton my shirt and pull my slacks down to my ankles before yanking her to my lap.

“This is so wrong,” she mutters while we kiss.

I’ve become accustomed to her blubbering nonsense often when we give in to our desire for one another.

“But it feels right,” I answer with the same words I always do, countering hers.

She sighs as if accepting defeat, letting go of the small restraints she usually tries to maintain around her. There’s no point, and we both know it.

Hot mixed breaths, wandering hands, and sloppy, wet kisses. We grind against each other, too deep in the lust. Too consumed by each other.

We’re both too far gone by now.

The consequences of this may be catastrophic for my heart. But there’s no going back now.

And with every caress, touch, and kiss. With every stroke against her core, I dive further into the bottomless hole that is this feeling. Because it’s not about lust or desire anymore, maybe it never was, but I am only now figuring that out.

I am consumed by this woman, and there is no one else who could make me feel this way. I am ruined for everyone else.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I groan when she pulls on my hair slightly.

It makes me crazy. Everything she does gets a reaction out of me. A strong one.

That’s why I harshly grip her hips, one of my hands covering that heart-shaped darker stain on her skin that I love so much, and tilt them up, positioning her in the correct alignment. My mouth salivates at the sight of her core, moist and ready for my dick. My body shivers in anticipation, and I bring her down slowly.

I am engulfed by this comforting warmth, not only around my erection, but it stretches over my entire body, surrounding all of me. Sure, Camilla is stunning and sexy, but I have never felt anything this intense. And I’ve had sex often, but this...this is her doing.

“Oh, god,” she moans when her legs touch my hips.

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